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Scribblings by Lizbeth
A lie on the throne is a lie still, and truth in a dungeon is truth still.
July 29th, 2006 


I originally ran errands and came back to an apartment that's a sauna. So, my evil plans (or not so evil, which included answer email, writing email, and Part II of a writercon report) is put off until the sun goes down because...hoooooot.

So, since this is done, I'm posting and running into someplace airconditioned until my apartment cools off.

As promised, due to the warnings on the last part, I'll do a very short summary of Part 43.

For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Fiction Challenge by ludditerobot

All previus parts can be found here.
Continued from Part 43.

“Eva, I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you heard something else.”

“Is it me, or has this become a very dark ride?” Dave sounded so distant as he said it.

“You did. You heard something else because they won,” I sobbed into his shoulder.

Dave’s voice was almost gentle as he replied, “No, I didn’t.”

“Lie to me,” I pleaded through the tears. “Please. Lie to me. Please, tell me they won.”


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